- Arise at 4:45 am, as usual on weekdays, even though I won't be working
- Deprive Sebastian dog of food and water, in preparation for his tooth cleaning and other procedures
- Drive hungry, thirsty, confused animal to the vet; gently console while navigating through morning rush-hour traffic
- Pick husband up; drop off at work
- Embark on a 45-mile round-trip errand extravaganza
- Arrive back at home; immediately head outside to mow the yard (front and back)--it was hot
- Talk to vet about Sebastian's procedures while in the shower, cleaning up from lawn-mowing (sorry, Dr. Rauth!)
- A break! Lunch, check email, take a blessed half-hour nap
- Leave to pick up Sebastian dog; note, with dismay, how heavy the traffic is already at 4 pm
- Spend over an hour in crawling, brake-every-ten-feet rush hour traffic with a wigged-out, post-op, hungry/thirsty/whiny dog
- Contemplate several acts of bodily harm
- Arrive at home, finally; feed dogs, feed self; hello, wine bottle my old friend!
Sigh. His name is Laurence Fox, and he plays the enigmatic Detective Sergeant Hathaway on the BBC detective series Lewis. It's a great show, Mr. Fox is absolutely yummy, and I intend to spend the rest of the evening enjoying it. Thanks for your patience.
4 comments:
When dealing with that type of traffic I always wish I had a paddle board filled with curse words so I could flip to the word I need and then put it in my window to express my feelings of frustration.
Also, it because I don't want my kids to learn those words from me. It's best that they pick them on on the playground, you know?
cardiogirl: I've always wished I could have a mobile LED billboard in my car, to display messages to the other drivers. I would love to put up a message like, "I'm totally calling the cops on you for cutting me off, jerkwad." It would be so satisfying.
Helloooooo, Mr. Fox! Very nice.
Dealing with vet appointments is extremely stressful. I don't have far to drive, but I get so upset on behalf of my cats. Once I had to stand and watch while they pulled a rotting tooth from our beloved Simone's mouth. She didn't feel a thing -- it was that far gone. I practically fainted.
You deserved that wine, for sure.
JD: Rationally, I know that getting upset when we go to the vet doesn't make the dogs any calmer, but I can't help it. We used to have sedatives for them--maybe I'm the one who needs a Valium!
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